"Are you freaking serious? Growing up my Natet would break out the snips at the first sight of a bug. You're telling me I could have used friggen oil all these years? Do you know what walking around bald does to a sixteen year old's psyche?"

"No ma'am, my lineage is strictly eastern, up until the last generation when my parents moved west. It's complicated you see, but long story short my Natet took me in after some trouble, raised me, pretty much. I do believe that he hails from the coast, however."

"So I take it Winchester isn't his given name. Alright, I suppose that makes sense. Not like anyone uses their real name out here anyway," the Marshal shrugged again. "We've got a few hours until dark. Fancy anything before we head out?"

Abigail thought for just a moment before settling internally upon her decision. "Yeah, I'll take some tea if you've got any of that."

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As dusk settled across the desert landscape, the two women rode out of town, casting long shadows upon the sandy ground. In the background Abby could hear Jed rustling him up a mob, a cutting din that burst through the otherwise calm evening atmosphere.

Abby outstretched her right arm and retrieved the object from Mercy's grasp, it was a simple corded bracelet, unadorned by metal of any kind, but red in color. Crimson red ropes intertwined in so many ways. It was a simple type of beauty, but a type that Abigail herself could relate too.